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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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HYMNS, 


FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHOHS, 


SUPPLEMENTARY 


FOR 


THE  USE  OF  CHRISTIANS. 


^nd  they  sung'  a  new  song^  f^c.  Kev.   v    9. 


FIRST  EDITION 

GEHMANTGIVN  : 
PUBLISHED   BY  JOHN   LEIBERT,  JUN*R. 


G.   &    D.    BILLMKYER..,.PRINTER». 

1816. 


Dis'rRic7  or  pEKifsrivANiA,  fo  wir: 

I********  Be  it  remembered,  that  on  the  eigh- 
jL.  S.t  teenth  day  of  November  in  the  forty-first 
S»*m**i  year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United 
States  of  America,  A.  D.  1816,  John  Leibert, 
jun'r.  of  the  said  District,  hath  deposited  in  this 
office  the  title  of  a  Book,  the  right  whereof  he 
claims  as  proprietor,in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 
"  A  selection  of  Hymns^  from  various  Authors^ 
Sufifilementary  for  the  use  of  Christians. — 
And  they  sung  a  new  Songy  Ufc.  Rev.  v.  9. 
Fir>,t  Edition." 
In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress  of  the 
United  States,  intituled,  "  An  Act  for  the  en- 
couray:ement  of  Learning,  by  securing  the  Copies 
of  Maps,  Charts  and  Books,  to  the  Authors  and 
Proprietors  of  such  Copies  during  the  Times 
therein  mentioned  " — And  also  to  the  Act,  enti- 
tled, "  An  Act  supplementary  to  An  Act,  entitled 
"  An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  Learning,  by 
securing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and  Books, 
to  the  Authors  and  Proprietors  of  such  Copies 
during  the  Times  therein  mentioned,"  and  ex- 
tending the  Benefits  thereof  to  the  Arts  of  desi-gn- 
ing,  engraving,  and  etching  historical  and  other 
Prints." 

D.  CALDWELL, 
Clerk  of  the  District  of  Pennsylvania » 


SELECT  HYMNS. 

HYMN  I.    c.  M. 

The  spiritual  coronation.     Cant.  iii.   11. 

ANGELS. 

1     A  LL  hail  the  pow*r  of  Jesu's  name  I 
jTX  Let  angels  prostrate  fail : 
Brings  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

MARTYRS. 

Si  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  son  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

CONVERTED  JEWS. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race 

A  remnant  weak  and  small; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

BELIEVING  GENTILES. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  sintl  U\e  gall  j 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

OF  EVERY  AGE. 

5  Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  lovfc^ 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 


Now  joy  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And  croNvn  him  Lord  of  all. 

OF  EVERY  NATION. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

Upon  this  earthly  ball, 
To  niin  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
\VeM  join  the  everlasting  song,  , 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  JI     s.  M. 

Forms  vain  nuithout  Religion* 

1  A  LMIGHTY  Maker,  God  I 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  now  diffused  abroad 
Tiiro*  the  creation's  frame. 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 

And  fiwds  a  thousand  ways  t*  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

o       My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too, 
Faiii  would  niy  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4       [But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoiib  ail  llial  1  perform, 
Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells*  a  haughty  worm.] 


Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne*er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  lorm'd  again. 

Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God,  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

HYMN  III.    L.  M. 

A  ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 

Such  let  our  conversation  be ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise. 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife 

On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

O  how  benevolent  and  kind  I 

How  mild  I  how  ready  to  forgive ! 

Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind. 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight : 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  thro'  his  life  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came. 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love: 

If  then  we  love  the  Saviour's  namcj 
Let  his  divine,  example  moYe ! 


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HYjVTN  it.    cm; 

1  A  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall   luit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ? 
Shall  join  the  disemdody'd  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants 

In  tiic  ii.-aeenier's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
1  suffer  on  my  threescore  years 

Till  my  deliv*rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  I 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  Spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here 

If  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enrapiur'd  host  t'appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMNV.    CM. 

1  A  ^^  "^^^*  ^  ^^  ^°  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day, 
For  ev*ry  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  ev'ry  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  ev*ry  secret'of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert, 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live; 

With  what  religious  fear  ; 
•    Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  beliaviour  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  pow'r  bestow  1 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  "  standest  at  the  door,'* 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  1 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

HYMN  VI.    p  M. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

J  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears. 

The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears ; 
.    Before  the  throne  my  Saviour  stands : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  5 


With  his  redeeming  love, 
His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  was  spilt  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

ReceivM  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive  they  cry  ! 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  annointed  one  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconcil*d, 

His  pard*ning  voice  I  hear: 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father  !  cry. 

HYMN  Vn.    L.  M. 

Jehovah-sSihammahi  Ezek.  %W\\u  35. 

IAS  birds  their  infant  brood  protect 

And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them  5 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
"  So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem." 

2  And  what  then  is  Jerusalem, 
This  darling  object  of  his  care  ? 
Where  is  its  worth  \x\  God*s  esteem  ? 
Who  built  it  ?-^who  inhabits  there  ? 


3  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 
The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son  ; 
There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God 
The  sinners  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

4  There,  though  besieged  on  ev'ry  side, 
Yet  much  belov'd  and  guarded  well ; 
From  age  to  age  they  have  defied 
The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 

5  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair, 
This  city  hath  a  sure  defence ; 

Her  name  is  callM,  The  Lord  is  there, 
And  who  has  power  to  drive  them  thencfe. 

HYMN  VIII.    L.  M. 

Thy  kingdom  come.  Matt,  vi.  lOj 

1  A  SCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
iLet  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace* 

3  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints,  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  thro'  heaven  and  earth  ador'd. 

HYMN  IX.    L.  M. 

1    A  WAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake. 

No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down: 
The  garment  of  salvation  take. 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  oi^. 


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2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 
And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes. 
Arise  and  struggle  into  light, 

Thy  great  Deliv*rer  calls,  Arise  I 

9  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair, 
Sion  assert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare. 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 

Be  purg'd  from  ev'ry  sinful  stain, 
Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallowM  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear. 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 
His  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear. 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN  X.     L.  M. 

%    A  WAKE  my  zeal,  awake  my  lore. 
And  serve  my  Saviour  here  below, 
In  works  which  all  the  saints  above, 
Which  holy  angels  cannot  do. 

2  My  faith  and  hope  may  see  the  Lord, 
Though  veils  of  darkness  lie  between  ; 
Hope  shall  rest  firm  upon  his  word, 
And  faith  rejoice  in  things  unseen. 

3  Awake  my  charity,  and  feed 

The  hungry  soul  and  clothe  the  poor; 
In  heav'n  are  found  no  sons  of  need. 
There  all  these  duties  are  no  more, 

4  Subdue  thy  passions,  O  my  soul 
Maintain  the  fight,  the  work  pursue, 


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Daily  thy  rising  sins  controul, 
And  be  thy  victories  ever  new* 

5  The  land  of  triumph  lies  on  high, 
There  are  no  fields  of  battle  there, 
Lord  I  would  conquer  till  I  die, 
And  finish  all  the  glorious  war. 

6  Let  every  flying  hour  confess 

I  gain  thy  gospel  fresh  renown; 
And  when  my  life  and  labours  ceascj 
May  I  possess  the  promis'd  crown. 

HYMN  XI*    L.  M. 

The  Christian  Race,    Isa.  xl.  28 — 3lJ 

1  A  WAKE  our  souls  (away  our  fears, 

Let  ev*ry  trembling  thought  begone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav*nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev*ry  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young. 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply: 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

3  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode : 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 


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HYMN  XII.    L.  M. 

The  benefit  of  Public  Ordinances, 

1  A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care; 

Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face. 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn^ 

United  groans  ascend  on  high ; 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grows  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word ; 
We  gird  the  gospel-armour  on. 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  conscience  gall'd  with  inward  stings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise 

With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings# 

6  Father  I  my  soul  would  still  abide 

Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  XIII.    L.  M. 

X  T^E  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  T  go, 

Teach  me  what  thou  would*st  have  me  do ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say, 
©irect  me  \xi  the  narrow  way. 


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2  Assist  and  teach  me  how'to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey  : 
What  thou  abhorr*st,  that  let  me  fleci 
And  only  love  what  pleases  thee. 

HYMN  XIV.    c.  M. 

The  Faithfulness  of  God  in  the  Promises'* 

1  r  D  EGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 
L        And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  pow*r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

»<  For  wretched  dying  men ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass 

The  mighty  promise  shines  : 
Nor  can  the  pow*rs  of  darkness  raze 
Those  everlasting  lines.] 

.5  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 
As  that  which  built  the  skies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

^6  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'niy  tongue 
But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  I" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 
B 


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7  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice. 
And  think  my  heav'n  secure  1 
I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  desires  no  more.] 

HYMN  XV.    c.  M. 

1  HEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree. 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes. 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  1 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  bend. 

3  *Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  ; 

"  Receive  my  soul  l"  he  cries : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chai'nf, 

And  in  full  glory  shine. 
O  Lamb  ot  God  !  was  ever  pain. 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  I 


HYMN  XVI.    p.  M. 

The  Privileges  of  the  Sons  o/Gon. 

1  gLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God, 

They  are  bought  with  Jesu's  blood, 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be^ 
-Now  s^nd  thro*  eternity  I 


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g  God  did  love  them  in  his  Sou, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive 
When  on  Jesus  they  believe. 
With  them,  &c. 

3  They  arc  justify*dby  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  washM  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God*s  great  day. 
With  them,  &c. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace^ 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  i 
Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
God*s  pure  seed  remains  within. 
With  them,  &c. 

5  They  have  fellowship  with  God 
Thro'  the  Mediator's  blood  ; 
One  witn  God,  thro'  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 
With  them,  &c. 

6  Tho'  they  suffer  much  on  earth, 
Strangers  to  the  worldlings  mirth, 
Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy. 
Pleasures  which  can  never  cloy. 
With  them,  8cc. 

y  They  alone  are  truly  blest. 

Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 
They  witn  love  and  peace  are  fiU'd, 
They  are  by  his  Spirit  seal'd  : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Now  and  thro*  eternity  | 


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HYMN  XVII.    L.  M. 

JSlessing  God  for  his  goodness  to  soul  and  body, 

1  15  LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ; 

•^  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad. 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  ungrateful  silence  hide 
The  blessings  which  his  hands  provide  ? 

3  *Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind^e  heals, 

And  cures  th©  pains  that  nature  feels- 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  life  from  threat'ning  graves, 

5  Our  youth  decay*d  his  pow'r  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fills  our  store  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heavenly  food. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th*  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  suff*rer  rest ; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day, 

HYMN  XVni.    P.  M. 

1   TJURST  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision. 
All  th*  extatic  joys,  that  spring 
Round  the  bright  elisian  j 


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ttO  we  lift  our  longing  eyes. 
Break  ye  intervenin;];;  skies  | 

Sons  of  righteousness  arise, 
Op*n  the  gates  of  paradise  j 

■2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him  ; 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame, 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 

Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise, 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories. 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne^ 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy  !  holy  !  holy  one. 

A  Hark — the  thrilling  symphonies. 

Seem,  me  thinks,  to  seize  us— 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus  1 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortjil's  tongue> 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus — Jesus  flow  along. 

^  HYMN  XIX.    p.  M. 

Living  by  Faith  connected  with  Work^t 

J   "n  Y  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see, 
-  That  Jesus  gave  his  life  forme; 
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By  faith  I  venture  on  his  grace, 

And  through  his  blood  my  sins  efface. 

2  Yet  faith  alone  will  not  suffice, 
To  bring  me  to  that  Paradise  ; 

That  heaven,  where  holy  angels  dwell, 
And  souls  redeem'd  from  death  and  hell. 

3  Our  works  on  earth  are  works  of  love. 
Which  frame  our  minds  for  things  above, 
And  if  we  would  on  Christ  depend, 

His  blessed  voice  we  should  attend. 

4  To  blend  the  two  in  one  we  see, 

How  faith  and  works  do  sweet  agree ; 
And  through  their  influence  we  shall  find, 
A  God  most  gracious,  good,  and  kind. 

5  Then  let  us  learn  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  strive  to  walk  the  narrow  way  ; 
And  if  we  would  true  pleasure  find, 
Our  sina  must  all  be  left  behind. 

6  Thus  when  we  leave  this  world  of  woe, 
A  witness  we  shall  leave  below  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  see. 

The  right  we  have  to  liberty. 

HYMN  XX.    c.  M. 

The  different  Success  of  the  Gos/iel.      I  Cor. 
i.  23,34.    2  Cor.  ii.  16.  1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  OHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme : 

The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 
Are  sd^ndalin  the  Jew*s  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word ; 


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They  see  what  wisdom,  pow*r,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

%  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down. 
Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN  XXI.     c.  M. 

1  QOME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 

And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  thro*  Jesu's  pow*r, 

His  name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now  I 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 

The  peaceful  answer  ^iv% 


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6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 
Which  takes  our  sins  away ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN  XXII.    p.  K. 

i  OOME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare^ 
■     Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray*r  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  : 
Por  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  such. 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  I 
Let  thy  biood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood- bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face  ; 
Thus  unto  mine  heart  appear. 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there, 

0  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 
As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


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7  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev*ry  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  XXIII.    L.  M. 

1  QOME,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above  ! 

Assist  me  with  thy  heav*nly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love. 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free  ! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will. 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show. 
With  all  its  glittering  snares  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine  ; 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak. 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

i>  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul : 
Possess  it  thou  who  hast  the  right. 
As  Lord  and  master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast  j 
This  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 


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HYMN  XXIV.    s.  M. 

ji  fisalm  before  sermon, 

i.  OOME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sov*reign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  forra'd  the  deeps  unknown  : 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own,- 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  forra'd  us  by  his  w^Qrd 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace. 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jcw^ 
That  unbelieving  race, 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  swear, 
"  You  that  despis*d  my  promised  rest 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

HYMN  XXV.    L.  M. 

X  T^ISMISS  us  from  the  house  of  pray'r, 

With  blessings,  such  as  mortals  need  t 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  care, 
Till  we  from  evil  shall  be  freed. 


■2  And  if  we  never  meet  again 

Till  we  our  Lord  appearing  se^> 
©  may  we  all  with  Jesus  reignj 
And  always  with  our  Saviour  be, 

HYMN  XXVI.    CM. 

The  everlasting  Song. 

1  p^ARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long; 

*Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies, 

2  There  the  blest  Man  my  Saviour  sits; 

The  God  I  how  bright  he  shines  1 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around : 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains> 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs  j 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing: 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

3  [Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
Of  time  and  space  they  run ; 
And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 
The  Godhead  of  the  Son  ! 

0  And  ROW  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 
V  And  gentler  notes  they  play  ; 
And  bring  the  f  athei  's  equal  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 


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7  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  J 
(The  God  resides  within  :) 
His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain  ; 
His  soul  without  a  sin^: 

9  But,  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 
Silent  their  harps  abide: 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 
The  God  that  lov'd  and  died. 

9  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord  : 
Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chant  the  rising  Lord.] 

10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongu^, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

Ill  would  begin  the  music  here. 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

12  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit : 
There  1  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

HYMN  XXVII.    c.  M. 

Faith  of  Thi7igs  unseen,  Heb.  xi.  1,  8,  8,  10. 

1  JTAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
Aad  dwells  in  heavenly  light* 


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2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word; 
Abra'm  to  unknown  countries  led. 
By  faith  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th*  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 

HYMN  XXVIII.    s.  M. 

The  beauty  of  the  church  ,*  or^  Gosfiel  worthifi 
and  order, 

1  TTAR  as  thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise, 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand. 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well  j 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
Th&  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  yows^ 
And  make  a  fair  report, 
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5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eye$,' 
And  rites  adom'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
"Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  our's  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  XXIX.    L.  M. 

The  Enjoyment  of  Christ ;  or,  Delight  in  Won 
shifi. 

1.  p  AR  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above. 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love, 

3  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  i 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

4  [Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  I 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 


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HYMN  XXX.    c.  M. 

Prosjiect  of  the  Millenium. 

1  pATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 
To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

3  "  Ask,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 
"  For  thine  inheritance, 
"  And  to  the  earth's  remi)test  bounds 
"  Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3  Hast  thou  not  said  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  ; 
"While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  [When  shall  th*  untutor'd  Indian  tribes, 

That  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  your  Immanuers  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 

5  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes  and  tongues 

Under  th*  expanse  of  heav*n,- 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exemption  giv'n  ? 

6  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  nkme  ador*d ! 
Europe  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosanna's  to  the  Lord. 

t  Asia  and  Africa  resound, 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame ; 
And  thou  ^Vmerica  in  songs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim. 


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HYMN  XXXI.    CM. 

The  Excellency  and  Sufkiency  of  the  Holy 
Scrifiturea. 

\  p  ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

p  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 
»      And  yields  a  free  repast, 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tastct 

4  Here^  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  dehght ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  XXXII.    CM. 

Fellonvship  with  God. 

1  pROM  all  tliat's  mortal,  all  that's  vainj 
And  from  this  earthly  clod : 


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Arise  my  soul  and  strive  to  gain, 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies, 

In  all  the  paths  thou*st  trod ; 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
Like  fellowship  with  God. 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flow*ry  road ; 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  Not  health,  nor  friendship  here  below. 

Nor  wealth  that  golden  load ; 
Can  such  delight  or  comfort  show, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5  When  I  am  made  in  love  to  bear, 

Affliction's  needful  rod ; 
Light,  sweet  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

6  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blasts. 

Or  dark  desertion's  road ; 
I'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste. 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

7  So  when  the  icy  hand  of  death. 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  bhjod  ; 
With  joy  I'll  yi^Id  my  latest  breath. 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend. 

And  gain  my  blest  abode  ; 
There  an  eternity  I'll  spend. 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

C^ 


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HYMN  XXXIII.    CM. 

The  example  of  Chriat  and  the  saints* 

1  f^  I VE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  I'ise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys  ; 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears, 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sin,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict*ry  came  I 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  inspu'  d  their  breast :) 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promis*d  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n. 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 


HYMN  XXXIV.    P. 


M. 


Glorious  things  sfioken  of  Zion,  the  City  of  Gody 
Isaiah  xxxiii.  20,  21. 

1  OLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken^ 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He,  whose  word  can  not  be  broken^ 
Form'd  thee  for  his  pwn  abode  ; 


On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ?  - 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  [See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 

Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters^ 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ^ 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering 
See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear  I 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
Shewing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 
Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
Wasb'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  I 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 
Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God ; 
'Tis  tiis  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings, 

And  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  thro'  grace  a  member  am ; 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  thy  iicime  • 
Fading  is  the  workihng's  pleasure, 
All  his  boasted  ponip  and  show  ! 


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Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 
None  out  Zion*s  children  know. 

HYMN  XXXV.    L  M. 

Longing  after  God;   or^    The  Love  of  God  betUr 
than  life. 

^  G^?'^^  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my,  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
Tie  glories  t-at  compose  thy  name 
buuiul  sUi.  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

5  Thou  gi-eat  and  good,  tliou  just  and  wise,  ] 

1  iiou  art  my  bather  and  my  God ; 
And  1  am  tiune  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  tljy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  AVivh  heart,  and  eyes,  and  Ufted  hands, 

for  thee  1  long-,  to  thee  1  look  ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  Witl^  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  tiiy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face, 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  sov'reign  grace. 

6  ril  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

\V  hile  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  \ 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
7  hroughout  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYi>IN  XXXVI.    L  M. 

Religion  vain  nvithout  Love.   1  Cor.  xiii.  1— '3. 

I   T-JAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use^ 


If  love" be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor. 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 

To  gain  a  martyr*^  glorious  name. 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain. 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gift,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

HYMN  XXXVa:   o.M. 

Love  to  God. 

1  JJ  APPY  the  heart  where  graces  reigiii; 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
^nd  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet, 

In  swift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too ; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 


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'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  tnis  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  a^vay, 
'J  o  see  our  smiling  God. 

HYMN  XXXYIII.     c.  bi. 

1  J-JAFPY  is  he,  whose  early  years 

Receive  invitruction  well; 
W  ho  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 
The  load  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  'Tis  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

Uo  serve  ilie  Loid  betimes; 
W  hiie  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin) 
Aie  laroen'd.by  4:heii*  crimes. 

S  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares, 
1 G  mind  relij^ion  young  : 
Yiiin   oy^  it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
Aia]  uiakes  our  virtue  strong. 

4  To  thee,  almighty  Goc  I  to  thee 

Our  iicartswe  now  resign : 
'Twiil  please  us,  to  look  back  and  see, 
1  hat  oiu'  whole  lives  were  thine  ! 

5  Let  the  sWett  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  cur  aaily  breath  : 
TiAis  wc'r.c.prepar'd  for  future  days, 
Or  hi  for  euriy  death. 


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HYMN  XXXIX.    p.  M. 

The  voice  of  Christ, — «  Lovest  thou  me," 
John  xxi.  16. 

1  JJARK!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  v.ord; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
"  Say,. poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me? 

3  "  I  deliverM  thee,  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  healM  thy  wounds ; 
Sought  thee  wand'rins;,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  h^ht." 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward^  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanp:ing  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  abo-e  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  «  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  s^race  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throre  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov*st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  move  J 


HYMN  XL.    p.  M. 

Finished  Redemfition. 

1  JJARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  I 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky  1 
«Itisfinish'dl" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finish*d !  O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  chamiing  words  afford ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  finished ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finish'd,  all  thkt  God  had  promised ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 
It  is  finished  \ 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  [Happy  souls,  approach  the  table, 

Taste  the  soul-reviving  food ; 
Nothing  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant 

As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood. 
It  is  finished ! 
Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load.] 

5-  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 
Join  to  praise  Immaiiuers  namei 

Hallelujah  I 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  I 


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HYIMN  XLI.    c.  Ai. 

Reign  of  Christ, 

1  JJASTEN  O  Lord  the  latter  day, 

When  grace  shall  reign  alone  \ 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world, 
Sha-1  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  Then  shall  pure  converts  crowd  thy  gates^ 

Press  to  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  grace  eternal  s\yeetly  shine, 
To  ravish  all  around. 

3  Then  shall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lamb> 

Raise  the  dear  cross  on  high ; 
And  from  a  clear  refulgent  light, 
Shall  all  see  eye  to  eye. 

4  Now  shall  the  glorious  gospel  fly, 

To  sound  the  Saviour  forth  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joys  divine, 
Shall  run  through  all  the  earth. 

5  Then  war  shall  cease,  and  wrath  subside? 

And  peace  immortal  flow ; 
And  saints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 

6  Lord,  we  would  bless  thee  for  a  ray, 

Of  such  triumphant  grace, 
That  leads  to  everlasting  day, 
And  pure  eternal  bliss. 


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HY3IN  XLII.    c.  M. 

I  am  the  Lord  that  healeth  thee^  Exod.  xv. 

I    T-J-'AL  lib,  ImmanueU  here  we  are. 
Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch  ; 
Deep  wounded  souls  to  thee  repair, 
Andi  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  f.  ith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word, 
But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Far  be  that  from  the  Lord  I 

3  Remember  him  who  once  applied 

With  tremblinc:  for  relief; 
"  Lord,  1  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried, 
"  O  help  my  unbelief." 

4  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole. 
Was  answered,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
"  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Conceal'd  amidst  the  gather'd  throng. 

She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  view; 
And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 
Had  strong  misgivings  too. 

6  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh!  send  us  not  despairing  home. 
Send  none  unhealed  away. 

IIY^IN  XLTII.    L.  M. 

The  Christian  crowned, 

\   TJONOR  and  happiness  unite 

T©  make  the  christian's  name  a  praise: 


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How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  days  I 

2  A  kingly  character  he  boars. 

No  chang-e  his  priestly  office  knows ; 
Unfaamg  is  the  crown  he  wears, 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

5  Adorn 'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face; 
His  robe  is  of  the  etnerial  dye. 
His  steps  are  aignity  and  grace. 

4  Inferior  honors  he  disdains, 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth ; 
The  King  of  kings  himself  mainlains 
Th'  expences  of  his  heavenly  birth. 

-5  The  noblest  cieaturcs  seen  below, 
Ordain  d  to  fill  a  throne  above  ; 
God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow, 
His  kingdom  ot  eternal  love  ! 

6  My  soul  is  ravish'd  at  the  thought, 
Methm'-s  frorn  earth  I  see  him  rise ; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

HYMN  XLIY.    CM. 

Mercies  and  Thanks. 

1  pjOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

/^>s  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
Ana  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad? 

2  Howxan  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 


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Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
P  rom  miae  exalted  head. 

3  Ail  that  1  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Shall  be  ior  ever  thine : 
Whatever  my  duty  bids  me  givCj 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4i  Yet,  if  1  might  make  some  reservcj 
Aud  duty  did  not  call, 
1  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great> 
That  1  siiould  give  him  all. 

HYMN  XLV.     c.  M. 

Going  to  Church, 

i   tJTOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  -c*ind  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

$  3  love  her  gates,  1  love  the  road; 
The  Cihurch,  adomVl  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  shew  his  milder  face. 

2  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 
The  hoiy  tribes  rtpair; 
The  ^OL  of  David  holds  his  tiirone, 
An*.  si;s  in  judgment  there. 

8)  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints : 
And  wiiiic  liis  awiui  voice 
Divii  leb  the  biiiners  from  the  saints. 
Wc  ircmi^le  and  rejoice. 

^  Peace  be  wahin  this  sacred  place> 
And  joy  a  constant  guest, 


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With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  gi-ace 

Be  her  attendants  blest.  t 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
Wiiile  Ufe  or  breath  remains; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell ; 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

HYMN  XLVI.     c.  M. 

Morning  before  Ba/itism  ;  or^at  the  ivater  side, 

i   ^OVV  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work) 
Which  we  attend  to  day  ! 
Now  lor  a  holy,  solemn  frame. 
O  God,  to  thee  we  pray. 

2  O  may  we  feel  as  once  we  felt, 

When  pain*d  and  griev'd  at  heart ; 
Thy  kind,  forgiving,  melting  look, 
Reliev'd  our  every  sjuart. 

3  Let  grace  which  then  was  exercis'd, 

Be  exercis'd  again ; 
And,  nurtur'd  by  celestial  power, 
In  exercise  remain. 

4  Awake  our  iove,  our  fear,  our  hope, 

Wake  fortitude  and  joy  ; 
Vain  world  begone  ;  let  things  above, 
Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 

5  Whilst  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  Lord, 

To  ail  around  we  own  ; 
Drive  ccich  rebellious,  rival  lust, 
^ach  traitor  from  the  throne* 


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^  Instruct  our  minds,  our  wills  subdue, 
To  heaven  our  passions  raise  ; 
Tnat  he  tce  our  lives,  our  all  may  be 
Devote  1  to  thy  praise. 

IIY3IN  XLVn.    P.  M. 

4        H^^    ^^^^  ^^'^^  ^^y  condition. 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ; 
There  is  but  one  physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ; 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
.   And  pluck*d  me  from  the  grave^; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me  : 

His  wondrous  pow*r  to  save  ! 

^       Of  men  great  skill  possessing, 

1  t:*oug-ht  a  cure  to  i;ain, 
But  ti:.at  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain  r 
Soniv  ^aid  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  m:.  up  for  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge  fail*:!  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

^       At  length  this  great  physician. 

How  matchless  in  his  power, 
Accepted  my  petition. 

And  undertook  my  cure. 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 

For  sin  my  sight  had  seai*d, 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him, 

1  look'd  and  I  was  lieal'd^ 

4       A  bleeding  dying  Jesus, 
Seen  by  aa  eye  of  faith^ 


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At  once  from  sin  it  frees  us, 

And  saves  our  souls  from  death  ! 

Come  then  to  this  physician, 
His  help  he* II  freely  give  ; 

He  makes  uo  hracl  condition, 
'Tis,  only  look  and  live. 

HYMN  XLYin.    c.  M. 

Divine  Love  making  a  Feaai^  and  calling  in  iht 
Guests,     Luke  xiv.  17,  23,  23. 

1  TJ  O  W  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  I 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compassion  rolls : 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  souls. 

3  [While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
<'  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  V 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
«  When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
"  And  rather  starve  than  come  ?"] 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in : 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste; 
And  perish 'd  m  our  sin« 


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6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ♦ 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

HYMN  XLIX.     CM. 

Presumjition  and  JDes/iair  ;    or,  Satan^a  various 
Temptations. 

1  J  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  cliarms, 

I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  Sv^rpent  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 

Or  kills  v.'ith  slavish  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes. 
Presumption,  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades,  "  How  easy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav  n ;" 
Anon  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n  *' 

4  [He  bids  young  sinners,  "  Yet  forbear 

*^  To  think  of  God  or  death ; 
^^  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath.'* 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  they  must  die  I 

<'  And  'tis  too  Jate  to  pray  5 


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<<  fn  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
«  For  they  have  lost  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 
By  mischief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
To  darkness  and  the  pit. 

'r  Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  pow'r, 
Let  him  in  darkness  dwell ; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

HYMN  L.    t.  M. 

/  know  that  my  Redeemer  Hvett, 

1  J  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  t 
He  lives,  he  livos,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head. 

2  He  lives,  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives,  eternally  to  save  ; 

He  lives,  all-glorious  in  the  sky. 
He  lives,  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above. 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed. 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4*  He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint. 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint* 

'5  He  lives  to  crush  the  pow'rs  of  hell- 
He  hVes  that  he  may  in  me  dwell^ 


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He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whole 
He  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul. 

d  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears ; 
He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

7  He  lives  my  kind,  my  heavenly  friend, 
He  hves  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  Kves  I'll  sii^g, 
He  iive^  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

8  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  1  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

9  He  lives  all  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives  my  Jesus  still  the  same ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

HYMN  LI.     P.  M. 

1  T*LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath. 

And  when  my  voice  is  lost  m  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  G<jd ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  « 
His  truth  for  ever  stanas  secure  ! 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


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3  The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab' ring  conscience  peace ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris*ner  sweet  release. 

4  rU  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

HYMN  LII.    L.  M. 

Parting  with  carnal  joy  si 

1  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 

Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  despair ; 
And  whilst  I  lisien'd  to  your  song, 

Yoifr  streams  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

o  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  wam*d  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes: 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 


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5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  ray  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll ; 
There  ^vould  T  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  diY)wn  the  sorrows  of  my  soul, 

HYMN  LIII.    p,  M. 

1  TN  boundless  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear, 

Darknefcs  dispel,  the  humble  mourner  cheer; 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  down  this  flinty 

heart ; 
Cause  ev'ry  soul  to  choose  the  better  part, 

2  Thy  presence  fills  the  universal  space ; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race ; 
O  visit  us  with  light  and  life  divine, 

Fill  ev*ry  soul  for  ev'ry  soul  is  thine. 

3  The  blessed  Jesus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 
He  is  my  King  from  him  I  would  not  move  > 
Away  then  all  ye  objects  that  divert. 

Nor  seek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart. 

4  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravished  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  stainM^ 
His  loveliness  my  soul  hath  prepossess'd 
And  left  no  room  for  any  guest, 

HYMN  LIV.    c.  M, 

1  TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear. 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sightj 
And  stopt  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  of  blood ; 
He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 


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3  &ure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look ; 
He  seem*d  to  charge  me  with  his  deaths 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own*d  the  guilt  j 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

3  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid : 
I  died  that  thou  may*st  live. 

y  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy. 
My  spirits  now  were  fillM; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  LV.    c.  M. 

-j1  song'  of  deliverance  from  great  du(ress» 

i  J  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry; 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word. 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  1  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feef; 
JDedp  Iwnds  of  miry  clay. 
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Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  iearn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  I 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  I 

We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

When  Tm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart. 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe. 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

HYMN  LVI.    p.  M. 

Ceremonial  Laiv  ;  Heb.  iv.  2. 

ISRAEL  in  ancient  days. 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  ; 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face'. 

The  paschal  sacrifice 

And  blood-besprmkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 

And  once  apply 'd  with  power, 
*Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 

To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 


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The  Lamb,  the  Dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  blood  Of  niatchless  worth 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence; 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

The  scape-goat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 

And,  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more ; 

In  him  our  surety  seem'd  to  say, 

«  Behold  I  bear  your  sins  away.*' 

Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
I'lic  living  bird  went  free; 

The  type  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinners  plea; 

Descrio'd  a  guilty  soul  enLarg'd, 

And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged 

Jesus,  I  love  to  trace 

Tnroughout  the  sacred  page. 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 

The  same  rn  ev'ry  age  I 
O  grant  that  1  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsai'd  to  me. 

HYMN  LVII.    c.  M. 

Following  the  examfile  of  Christ, 

TT  is  a  very  pleasant  thing 
To  follow  Christ  our  Lord  ; 

And  tnus  obey  our  neav'nly  King, 
According  to  his  word. 
■\ 

Down  to  the  water  side  we  go  ; 
By  Christ's  example  led  ; 


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J  the  same  we  come  also, 
/As  did  our  glorious  head. 

«u  Saviour,  we  bless  thy  wond'rous  naroc^. 
For  thy  example  bright ; 
We  love  to  imitate  the  same, 
As  thou  dost  us  invite, 

4  We  are  baptiz'd  as  Jesus  was, 

His  easy  yoke  we  bear  : 
And  we  arc  thus  baptiz'd,  becaiiss 
That  we  his  subjects  are. 

5  Lord  may  we  to  thy  glory  live. 

Teach  us  thy  heav*nly  ways  ; 
To  us  thy  holy  Spirit  give, 
And  we  thy  name  will  praise* 

6  And  we  thy  sacred  name  profess. 

May  we  our  moments  spend 
In  ways  of  truth  and  righteousness 
Until  our  lives  shall  end. 


HYMN  LVIII.    CM. 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
J   O  how  1  iong  for  thee  ! 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  i 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone  ; 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  street  is  pav*d  with  gold. 

8  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green 
My  study  long  have  been ; 


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Such  sparkling  light  by  human  sight, 
Has  yever  yet  been  seen 

4  If  heave;ii  be  thus  glorious,  Lord 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  I 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  1 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace^ 

And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  upj 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see. 
And  ail  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends  T  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care; 

And  if  i  here  no  more  see  you, 

Go  Oil  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  There  we  shall  meet  and  no  more  part, 

And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise, 
While  Jesus,  love  in  ev'ry  heart 
Shall  tune  the  song  Free  Grace. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run 

Our  song  shall  still  increase. 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Who  brougnt  us  home  to  bliss. 

10  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  ?is  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun, 


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HYMN  LIX.    L.  M. 

J^ot  ashamed  of  Christ. 

4    JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
•J  A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro*  endless  days  i 

2  AshamM  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  1  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star  I  bid  darkness  flee* 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name, 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  '  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  I 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be. 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

7  [His  institutions  would  I  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws.] 


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HYMN  LX.    p.  M, 

Friends  Farting, 

')    TESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blossing, 
J  Send  it  clown  Lord,  from  above; 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

'Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

3  Jesus  pardon  all  our  tollies, 

While  together  we  have  been  ; 
^lake  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters^ 

'Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

^  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  respective  home; 

And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus, 
Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one. 

Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
'Till  we  ail  shall  meet  at  home. 

HYMN  LXI.    c.  M. 

Jesus — firecious  to  them  that  believe^  1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

1  TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
*i   'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear, 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  iransport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


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3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  liijht  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
And  dying  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


HYMN  LXII.    p.  M. 

Jiuried  'with  Christ  in  Baptism,  Rom.  vi.  4. 

1    TESUS,  mighty  king  in  Sion  ! 
J  Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be  ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 

We  would  follow  none  but  thee : 

^  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave; 
We  who  know  thy  great  saivaiion 
Arc  baptiz'd  beneath  tue  wave. 

>3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 
We  the  ancient  path  pursue ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 


HYMN  LXUL    o.  w. 

Christ* s  kingdom  and  priesthood, 

L    TESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne^. 
J    Arid  near  thy  Father  sit ; 
In  Zioii  shall  thy  pow*r  be  known, 
A: id  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  tny  gospel  dol 
Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew^ 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

^  God  hath  pronouncM  a  firm  decree^ 
Nor  changes  what  he  swore ; 
^  Eternal  snaii  thy  priesthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron's  js  no  more ; 

4  "  Melchisedeck,  that  \yond*rous  priest, 
"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
*<  That  holy  mai),  who  Abr'am  bleat, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

-5  Jesus,  our  Priest,  for  ever  live^, 
To  piead  for  us  above  ; 
Jesus,  our  King,  for  ever  gives 
Tne  blessings  of  his  love. 

fi  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

HYMN  LXIV.    L.M, 

The  Restoration, 

1    TESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
*l   Doth  his  successive  journey  run  j 


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His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  uiOJiis  shall  wax,  and  wane  no  more, 

2  Behold  the  islands  and  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings : 
Froni  north  to  south  the  princes  meet. 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold, 
And  barbarous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  the  Lord. 

4  For  him  shall  endless  pray*r  be  made, 
And  princes  throng  to  crown  his  head; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

B  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  j 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
The  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest ; 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  Where  he  displays  his  healing  pow*r, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more^ 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  lather  lost. 

8  I^et  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  attain, 
And  earth  repeat  a  loud  Amqn. 


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HYMN  LXV.   c.  M. 

1  TESUS,  the  all  sustaining  Word, 
J    My  fallen  spirit's  hope, 

After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 
O  when  shall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way; 
Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  heart, 
My  sinking  footsteps  stay. 

T5  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 
In  heav'n  above  to  give. 
Give  me  thine  only  self  to  know^ 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 

In  mystic  union  join 
Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowship  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourse  between 

My  longing  soul  and  thee, 
[Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  LXVI.    L.M 

1  TESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 

J   Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
Accept  thy  well  deservM  renown. 
And  wear  our  piaises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  ev'ry  act  ot  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee : 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  abovcj 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  Iqvc. 


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3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay  ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  1 

4  Each  tollowing  minute  as  it  flies 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys> 
Till  's^e  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  gi'eat  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  LXVlI.    L.  M. 

The  kingdoms  of  the  world  become  the  kingdoms 
of  the  Lord;  or,  The  day  of  Judgment.  Rev. 
xi.  15. 

1  T  ET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high, 
^  Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  sky 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 

Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  assume, 
W  ho  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come : 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  slain-, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  I 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  slay  the  saifits  no  more ; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  Gody 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood, 

•^  Now  must  the  rising  dead  appear; 
Now  the  decisive  sentence  hear ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

HYMN  LXVIII.    o  1^. 

i  T  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  spealt* 
^  Thou  60 v' reign  Lord  of  all : 


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Thy  streng;th'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

3  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  distrtss'd 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown^ 
Thou  giv*st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pain  thy  servants  feel; 

Thou  hear'st  thy  children  cry  ; 
And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 

And  spread  thy  fame  abroad. 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honours  of  their  God. 

HYMN  LXIX.    L.  M. 

Xj/f,  the  day  of  grace  and  ho  fie.  Eccl.  ix.  4, 5j  6,-' 

1  T  IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn. 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  *scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav*n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  thft  blessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die. 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

F 


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Their  tnem*ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  What'  my  thoughts  desipjn  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue. 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  grourtcl. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  Ave  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  LXX.    s.  M. 

The    Humiliation   and   Exaltation    of  Christ. 
Isa.  liii.  6 — 12. 

1  T  IKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God ; 
Each  wand*ring  in  a  difif'rent  way  ; 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grate 

When  Christ  sustainM  the  sU'okel 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  quite  awav ; 


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Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they, 

5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  num'roiis  seed, 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  «  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  A  portion  with  the  strong : 
"  He  snail  possess  a  large  reward, 
'*  And  hold  his  honours  long." 

HYMN  LXXI.    L.  M. 

Divine  Injluences  comjiared  to  Rain,  Ps.  Ixxii.  6» 

1  T  IKE  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

Jesus  shall  shed  his  blessings  down, 
Crown'd  with  whose  life-infusing  drops, 
Earth  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2  Lands  that  beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Have  long  been  desolate  and  dry, 
Th'  effusions  of  his  iove  shall  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

3  The  dews  and  rains  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  the  pastures  o*er  and  o'er, 
Are  not. so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 

4  As  in  soft  silence  vernal  showers, 
Descend  and  cheer  the  faintnig  flowers, 
So  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 

Fails  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

5  That^  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 


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While  evety  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

6  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confinM 
To  me,  but  pour'd  on  ail  mankind, 
'Till  earth's  wild  waste  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  youg  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 

HYMN  LXXII.    c.  M. 

1  T  ONG  as  1  live,  Til  bless  thy  name, 

God  of  eternal  love  1 
My  work,  and  joy  shall  be  the  same. 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown^ 

And  let  nis  praise  be  great : 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  tnrone, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

Aixl,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  tnat  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  jom  their  cheerful  voice. 

^  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  ciiildren  iearn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Siiail  throu gn  tlie  world  be  known  : 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendour  snown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands. 

Thy  saints  are  rui'd  by  love ; 

And  thhie  eternal  kingdom  stands, 

Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


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HYMN  LXXIII.    o.  M. 

Uiifrtdtfubiessy   Ignorance.^  and   Unsanctided 
Affections, 

1  T  ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak,  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  I 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  memory  can  retain  1 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known, 
By  ail  the  juflgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blessings  of  thy  throne  !] 

1  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 
How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there  !j 

n  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  povv'r  impart 
To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  iearn  thy  grace. 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die.] 


Pa 


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IIYMN  LXXIV.    L.  M. 

Ezekieh  vision  of  the  dry  Bonen^  Ezek,  xxxvii.  3, 

1  T  OOK  down,  ()  Lord,  with  pitying  eye  ; 

See  Adams's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slauj^hter'd  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  cori>sc3  live  ? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  I 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  aii  thy  own. 

^  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 
,  In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  sprcacis  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death  : 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice  ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice  : 

r»  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens  and  rencl  the  ground, 
Dead  sahUs  shall  from  their  tombs  ari^e, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

HVMN  LXX  V .    s.  M. 

On  Public  VVorshiJu 

±       T  ORD,  at  thy  sacred  feet 
Joyful  would  wp  appear  J 
Within  thy  earthly  temple  meQ^t, 
To  see  thy  glory  here. 

3  We  come  to  worship  thee, 

For  thou  art  God  alone  ^ 


In  humble  prayer  to  bend  the  kneej 
Before  thy  holy  throne. 

3  Thy  "^  ord  is  our  delight, 

Thy  truth  will  make  us  free  ; 
'Ti&from  thyselt  a  heavenly  light, 
It  leads  our  souls  to  thee. 

4  Thy  goodness  we  behold, 

Wnile  in  thy  presence,  Lord ; 
Thy  wond'rous  truth  and  iove  unfold, 
The  treasures  of  thy  word. 

5  In  all  our  meetings  here, 

Our  souls  are  biess'd  with  good ; 
Thou  wilt  to  waiting  minds  be  near, 
And  give  thy  children  food  I 

a       So  will  we  render  praise 

To  thee,  the  God  vf  love  ; 
With  pleasure  walk  in  all  thy  ways/ 
Till  we  shall  meet  above. 

HYMN  LXXVI.     CM. 

2^4?  song  of  Simeon  ;  or.  Death  made  desirablt, 
Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 

i.  T  ^  >RD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  j 
O  make  our  joys  the  same  ! 

3  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fiil'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms. 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  child ! 

3  "  NoV  1  can  leave  tiiis.  wo,rld,**  he  cried? 
^*  BeljolU  th^  servant  dies  y 


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"  I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
"    \.ni.\  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  <*  This  is  the  liirht  preparM  to  shine 

^'  Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
"  Tnine  Isr'el's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
*'  To  ui t:ak  tiieir  slavi;.h  bands.'* 

5  [Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  cliarnis  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  y£  hear  my  heart-strings  break 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roil! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  check, 
And  glory  in  my  soul.J 

HYMN  LXXYII.     p  m. 

J  iviU  not  let  thee  go  except  thou  blesn  me* 
Gen.  xxxii.  26. 

J    T  ORD,  I  cani:ot  let  thee  go, 
1  lii  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  ijot  turn  away  thy  lace, 
Aime's  an  urgent  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  tiiou  ask  me  ^\  ho  1  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name  1 
Y.t  the  question  gives  a  pica, 
To  support  niy  suit  with  thee. 

•3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blii.diy  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 

Sought  thy  meixy-seat  by  prayer; 


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Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me, 

d  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 
Yet  have  been  upheld  'tiil  now, 
AVho  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  ihou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  tny  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus*  sake. 

HYMS  LXXVIII.     L.  M. 

The  Church  is  the  garden  of  God^ 

1  T  ORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 

in  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  tiiy  courts  be  seen, 
I^ike  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  tnine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  witn  ail  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

ft  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  shew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


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HYMN  LXXIX     L.M. 
The  Gosjitl  Jubilte^  Psalm  Ixxxix.  15. 

1  T  OUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound, 

AiiCi  spread  the  joyful  tidings  round ; 
Let  cv'ry  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  Uie  Lord's  accepted  year. 

2  Ye  debtors,  M  horn  he  gives  to  know, 

1  hat  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  hunibie  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  lorgives  them  all. 

5  Slaves,  that  have  borne  the  heavy  chain 
Of  sill  and  heh's  tyrannic  reigii, 

To  liberty  asseit  your  claim, 

Ajjci  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich,  inheritance  of  heaven. 
Your  joy,  your  hope  js  freely  given; 
Tair  S<iieii>  your  arrival  waits, 
^V  itn  golden  streets  and  pi.  arly  gates. 

3  Her  biess'd  inhabitants  no  more 
Boi.ciaji,e  anci  poverty  oepiore  ; 

K'    debt,  but  love  mimeiibeiy  great, 
Their  joyb  btili  lists  with  the  debt. 

6  O  happy  souls  that  know  the  sound, 
Ceiestiui  light  tiicir  steps  surround, 
And  sDew  tnc  jubilee  begun, 
Which  tiiro'  eternal  years  shall  run. 

HYMN  LXXX.    L    M. 

The  grace  of  God,  sovereign^  universal  and  free* 

1  JM  A(^.NIFICEN T  tree  grace,  arise, 

Outshine  the  thoughts  of  shallow  men; 


Sov'reigni  preventing  ail  surprize, 
To  him  that  neither  will'd  nor  ran. 

3  Grand  as  the  bosom  whence  thou  flowed. 
Kind  as  the  heart  that  gave  thee  vent ; 
Rich  as  the  gift  that  God  bestovv'd,    ' 
And  lovely  like  the  Christ  he  sent. 

3  Sin  reign'd  to  death  ;  but  over  sin 

And  death,  with  more  impartial  sway, 
Grace  spreads  her  more  extensive  reign, 
And  does  eternal  life  convey. 

4  Por  us  Salvation  wide  displays, 

Her  ample  all-refreshing  wing ; 
Safe  in  the  shade  free  grace  we  praise. 
And  all  its  peerless  glories  sing. 

HYMN  LXXXL    L.  M* 

At  foot  nvasJiing* 

1  Vf  AKE  up  thy  jewels  Lord,  and  shew, 

The  glorious  spotless  church  below. 
The  fellowship  of  saints  make  known. 
And  oh  my  God,  might  I  be  one. 

2  O  might  my  lot  be  cast  with  these, 
The  least  of  Jesus'  witnesses. 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet; 
To  wash  his  dear  disciples  feet. 

3  To  wait  upon  his  saints  below, 
On  gospel  errands  for  them  go, 

.    Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n, 
And  serve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'n» 


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HYi\rV  LXXXII.    P.M. 

1       VJ  ARK  the  soft-fallinp:  snow, 
And  the  descendint^  rain  : 
To  heav'n,  from  whence  it  fell. 
It  turns  not  back  again ; 
But  waters  earth 
f^  Through  ev*ry  pore, 

And  calls  forth  all 
Her  secret  store. 

S?       Array'd  in  beauteous  green, 
The  hills  and  vallies  shine; 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  providence  divine. 
The  harvest  bows 
Its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed 
Of  future  years. 

3       <*  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
*'  My  gospel  shall  descend, 
<*  Almighty  to  effect 

**  The  purpose  T  intend. 
*'  Millions  of  souls 
«  Shall  feel  its  pow*r, 
"  And  bear  it  down 
"  To  millions  more." 

HYIMX  LXXXIII.    L.  M. 

Tkf  Example  of  Christ, 

1   A4^  ^^^^'  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord; 
1  read  my  duly  in  tliy  word, 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters* 


i    Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def'reiice  to  thy  Father*s  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine, 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

*  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here : 
Tlien  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among'st  the  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  LXXXIV.    l.  m. 

A  Song  for  Morning  or  Evening.     Lam.  iii.  23 
Isa.  xlv.  7. 

1  TLf  Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  nightj 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


74. 
HYMN  LXXXV.     l.  m. 

Praise  for  protection^  grace  and  truth, 

i    VI      v!'Od,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

;;f  boup.dless  l<^ve  and  grace  unkn'n\Tij 
Hide  m.*  beneath  t)jy  spreadiiig    « uigs, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2    Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 
He  sends  bis  biigel  Irom  iLe  sky, 

Ai)d  saves  me  from  the  threat'n.ng  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

A'  ove  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  kno^^n  ab.oad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honovn  s  to  thy  name  ; 
Awi^V.fc   j^iv  tongue,  to  soupid  his  ptviise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'ertl.e  earth  his  rtiercy  reigns, 

Ar.d  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  tfuth  to  endless  years  ren  ains. 
When  lower  worlds  dissolvv  and  die. 

6  Be  tbcu  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Ai.i. ,e  ti  v:  'v-av'iis,  wheie  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'i'  oo  t arth  be  ivnown  .broad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


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HYMN  LXXXVI.    cm. 

Divine  Drawing      elchrated :  or,  Gratitude  the 
Sfiring  of  true  Religion^  Rosea  xi.  4. 

i    \4^  God^  what  silken  cords  are  thine  ! 
How  soft-  and  yet  how  strons^  ! 
"While  power,  and  t'uth,  and  love  combine 
To  dr.;.w  out  souls  along. 

2  Thou  saw'st  us  crushM  beneath  the  yoke 

i)f  satan  and  of  sin  : 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  wix-. 

3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  th<»usand  sins 

One  moment  takes  away; 
Ana  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  c>  owning  day. 

4  Comfort  thro*  all  ihis  vale  of  tears 

In  rich  profusion  flows, 
Ani  glory  of  unnumberM  years 
Kternity  be'Stows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  move, 

'T'll  round  thy  ihrone  we  'Meet ; 
And  captives  i;i  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conqueror's  teet. 

HYMN  LXXXVil.     l  m. 

i    lyf  Y  hop/,  my   Ul,  my  Saviour  thou, 
W)  thee   lo  !  now  my  soui  I  bow  : 
I  feei  the    liss  thy  wountls  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

5  Be  ci'Fii  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way. 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day ; 


In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side, 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me : 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart. 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptations  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  pow'r 
Tear  evVy  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour — reign  alone. 

5  My  suffering  time  shall  soon  be  o'er. 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  LXXXVIII.     c.  m. 

Christ  our  strength  a?id  righteousness 

1  \JY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

AVhen  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

'i  hy  goodness  I  adore ! 
And  siixe  1  knew  thy  graces  first, 
1  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  When  1  am  fili'd  with  sore  distress 

Foi  some  surprising  sm, 
ril  plead  thy  peifect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  I 


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My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
.Shall    hy  silvation  sing. 

5  [My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  an.l  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  f-)es  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  oiood.] 

6  Awakfe,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow*rs  ; 

Wnh  j-hisj  deliglitfui  song 

1*11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Mor  think  the  season  long. 


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lUf  Y  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

"  hovah  is  his  name; 
In  pastures  fresh  iie  mak^s  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  strea  n. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'img  spirit  back 

When  I  forsake  iiis  ways, 
And  leads  mo,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  Wiien  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away 

^  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 
Doth  still  u)y  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
.   Thine  oil  anoints  my  head 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  ^iod 
Attend  me  all  my  days  , 
Oh  m.  y    vy  house  i>e  mme  abod?^ 
And  all  my  work  be  praise  ! 
G3 


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0  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

(While  others  go  and  oome) 
No  more  a  strani^er,  nor  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

HYMN  XC.     L.  M. 

At  Table, 

1  \T Y  soul,  survey  thy  happiness, 

If  thou  art  found  a  child  of  grace, 
How  richly  is  the  gospel  stor'd  I 
What  joy  the  promises  afford  ! 

3  All  things  are  now  the  gift  of  God, 

And  purchas'd  with  our  Saviour's  blood  ; 
While  the  good  Spirit  shews  us  how. 
To  use  and  to  enjoy  them  too. 

3  If  peace  and  plenty  crown  my  days, 

They  help  me  Lord  to  sing  thy  praise  ; 
If  bread  of  sorrow  be  my  food, 

Those  sorrows  work  my  real  good. 

4  Be  piVrsent  at  our  table  Lord, 

Be  liere  and  every  where  ador*d : 

Thy  people  bless,  and  grant  that  we, 

May  /east  in  paradise  with  thee. 

\     HYiVlN  X€I.    L.  M. 

The  -value  o/* Christ  and  his  Righteousness, 
Phil.  iii.  r— 9. 

\  TO'O  more*  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  ht>pes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


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2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss,  for  Jesus*  sake  ; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  I 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands. 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done- 

HYMN  XCII.    CM. 

God*s  tender  care  of  his  Church,  Is.  lix.  13, 14,  Sec, 

i   "MOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart. 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God,  on  his  thirsty  Sion  hill, 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown. 
And  solemn  oaths  has  bound  his  love 
To  shov/'r  Salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  saints? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'uiongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 


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5  Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  should  nature  change, 

And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Sion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  love. 

6  Deep  c-  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

»  have  eng'av'd  her  namo  ; 
My  hands  snail  raise  her  ruin*d  vjrall, 
And  build  her  broken  frame. 

HYMN  XCIII.    L  M. 

He  hath  done  all  thinj^^  well, 

1  ^OW  shall  our  hearts  with  pleasure  raise 

To  our  dear  Lord  a  son;^  of  praise ; 
We'll  sing  his  love,  his  s^jorincss  tell, 
Our  Saviour  hath  done  all  thi-.gs  well. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  he  view'd  our  case, 
And  came  to  save  our  ruin'd  race  ; 

,   He  conquerM  sin,  and  death,  and  hell; 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  He  undertook  to  bear  our  load, 
And  bring  us  back  again  to  Gf)d  ; 
To  fit  us  with  himself  to  dwell  ; 
Christ  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  He  will  accomplish  his  design, 
And  all  things  in  himself  combine, 
No  more  shall  ever  they  rebel ; 
0<)v  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

5  liis  work  how  great!  his  plan  how  vast! 
But  when  it  all  appears  at  last. 

It  vvill  oui  highest  praise  excel, 
For  Jesus  will  do  all  things  welh 


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6  When  the  creation  is  restor*tI, 
And  God  shall  be  by  all  ador'd, 
How  loudly  will  the  triumph  swell; 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  v/ell  i 

7  Sin,  death,  and  hell,  will  Christ  destroy, 
-And  fill  the  universe  with  joy  ; 

His  love  shall  then  each  voice  compel 
To  cry,  "  He  hath  done  all  things  well." 

8  All  creatures  then  as  one  shall  join, 
To  shout  aloud  his  praise  divine  I 
(As  sacred  prophecies  foretel) 

And  say,  "  he  hath  done  all  things  well." 

HYMN  XCIV.    P.  M. 

i       Q  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion^ 
Yearning  bowels  from  within : 

I  will  praise  thee  : 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2       W^hile  the  angels-choirs  are  crying,; 
Glory  to  the  great  I  am  I 
I  with  them  would  still  be  vying. 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 

O  how  precious: 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  I 

.3       Now  I  see,  wiih  joy  and  wonder, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  arose  ; 
Angels-minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
JJying  love's  mysterious  cause  ; 

Yet  the  blessing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 


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Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  iiatn  showii ; 

Pardo;i*d  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour  I 
This  he  makes  lo  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

Ani""l-^  '^ow  arc  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

WoiiCi'rhig  at  the  love  that  crovvn'd  us^ 
Glad  to  join  the  iioly  song: 

Hilielujah, 
Love  aad  praise  to  Christ  belong, 

HY\IN  XCV.    P  M. 

Q  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love. 
When  shall  1  be  delivcr'd 

From  this  vain  world  cff  sin  ? 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasure  in. 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders. 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear: 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he*ll  give  ; 
An    all  ins  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

Through  grace  1  am  determin*d, 
To  conquer  thou:j;h  I  die, 

And  then  away  to  Jesuj, 

On  wings  of  love  Til  fly. 


8; 


Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow— 

I  bid  it  all  adieu. 
And  you  my  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  cares  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heav'nly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
And  when  your  race  is  ended. 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

Fdr  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge,      .* 

He'll  not  r    use  to  lend. 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  lake  you  up  to  rest. 

HYMN  XCVI.    L.  M. 

The  delight  of  public  nvorshifi, 

i   r\Y  all  the  pleasures  that  we  know, 

Thy  service  Lord  exceeds  the  best 
Though  m  thy  earthly  courts  below, 
What  is  it  then  among  the  blest  ? 

2  When  we  assemble  in  thy  house, 

To  read  thy  word,  to  praise,  and  pray, 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  pay  our  vows. 
With  what  delight  v/e  spend  the  day ! 

3  How  short  the  hours  of  worship  seem  I 

'What  raptures  do  our  spirits  feel ! 


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While  we  can  speak  and  hear  of  him, 
Who  sufFer'd  death  to  work  our  weal  i 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  from  noon  till  eve, 

The  pleasing  theme  we  could  attend  ; 
Such  satisfaction  we  receive 

As  strangers  cannot  comprehend, 

5  All  earthly  joys  with  these  compar'd, 

Are  less  than  nothing  in  our  eyes ; 
Pleasures  of  sense  we  disregard, 
And  those  of  sin  we  would  despise. 

HYMN  XCVII.    c.  M. 

Desiring  the  Jirat  love. 

1  QH»  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  I 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  I 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  I^amb  I 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjcy'd  \ 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  I 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill, 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest  I 
I  hate  the  sins  which  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  tliee  from  my  breast. 

o  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 


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Help  me  to  bear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee« 

0  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  fram.e ; 
So  pm-er  light  shall  mark  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


i 


HYMN  XCVIII.    L.  M. 

r\H  I  give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn — • 
My  sins  !  which  have  thy  body  torn  I 
Give  me,  with  broken  heart,  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

3  O,  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  bleeding  sight  I 
O  that,  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die  ! 

3  rd  smite  my  breast,  and  weep  and  mourn^ 
And  never  from  the  cross  return : 

I'd  weep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 

And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus's  blood. 

4  l*d  hang  around  his  cross,  and  cry 

"  Lord  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die !" 
O  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
<'  To  plead  the  merits  of  tiiy  Son." 

HYMN  XCIX.    c  M. 

Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

1  f^H,  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 
H 


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2  *Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God ; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ' 

•4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 
My  heart  hath  so  decreed ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

9  Whilst,  with  a  melting  broken  heart. 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
1*11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

HY]\IN  C.    c.  M. 

The  promised  Land, 

1  (^N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye. 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

3  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight  1 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow : 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 


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4f  All  o*er  those  wide  extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Sun  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

6  No  cliilling  winds,  or  pois*nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death> 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

&■  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  saall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  rapturM  soul 

Can  iiere  no  longer  stay : 
Tho*  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HY>IN  CI.    s.  M, 

Communion  with  God  and  Christ,  1  John  i.  3. 

1  /~\UR  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both  our  friendship  snail  be  sweet. 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3.  How  large  his  bounties  arc  ! 

VVhai  various  stores  of  iicood 
Ditfus'd  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchas'd  with  liis  blood  ? 


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4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
Our  advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart  I 

Here  wail,  my  warmest  love  ! 
'Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above, 

HYMN  CII.    L.  M. 

Christ's  Ascendon. 

1  OUR  I^rd  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Drag*d  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  overthrew  ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo,  his  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates  ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way. 


89 

(J  Who  is  the  Kin^  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lor    ot"  ouindless  pow'r  possessed; 
The  Kaig  oi  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 

HY\iN  cm.   p.  M. 

Heaifenly  Union, 

1  O^-^R  souls  in  love  together  knit. 

Cemented,  join'd  in  one, 
One  heart,  one  voice,  one  laith,  one  mind, 

*Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  did  burn  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow*d  with  sacred  fire  ; 
He  stoop'd  and  talk'd,  and  kindly  bless'd, 

And  '^\\'<\  our  large  desire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  !  let  creation  sing, 

A  Saviour  I  let  all  heaven  riiig, 

He*s  all  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 

His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ; 

*Tis  almost  done,  *tis  almost  o'er ; 

We're  following  those  who've  gone  before  ; 

We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore. 

There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  When  thou  thy  jewels  shall  make  up, 

And  set  t.ie  starry  crown, 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  ; 
'May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  children,  sav'd  by  grace ; 
p'rom  glory  into  glory  chang'd. 

Behold  thee  face  to  face, 

A  Saviour,  &c. 


§0 

HYMN  CIV'    a.  M. 

Christ^s  Commission,     John  lii.  16,  IT. 

1  TJ  AISE  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  whole  earth  resound  the  deeds, 
Celestial  grace  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose. 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  this  abyss  of  woes. 

8  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

't  'Twas  meixy  fiU'd  the  throne. 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by. 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  dpom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears. 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  ofler*d  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvalion  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  CV.    c  M. 

The  nativity  of  Christ, 

1  "  CHEPHERDS,  rejoice!  lift  up  your  eyes, 
«  And  send  your  iears  av.ay  ; 


Oi 


*^  News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies  I 
"  Salvation's  born  to  clay. 

2  <<  Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Conies  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  *'  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

"  ±Hov  royal  shining  things: 
"  A.  rnanger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
<«  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  "  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
"  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.'* 

Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 
The  heav'nly  arriiies  throng  ; 

They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 

;>  <<  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above  ; 
<'  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  : 
f  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love 
"At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord,  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 
O  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues 
When  they  forget  to  praise  ! 

8  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above, 
.  That  pity'd  us  forlorn  ; 

We  join  to  sing  pur  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 


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HYMN  CVI.    P.M. 

Alarin, 


1  OTOP  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go  : 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink, 
Of  everlasting  woe. 

2  Say  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ; 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 

3  Although  your  heart's  as  hard  as  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass ; 
God  at  last  will  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 

4  Pale  fac'd  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 
There  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

5  Xan  you  stand  that  dreadful  day, 

When  judgment  is  proclaim'd  ? 
The  earth  and  sea  sliall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame. 

6  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  cry, 

Who  nov/  despise  his  grace  ; 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall. 
And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

7  But  in  the  Lord,  there  still  is  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know : 
Although  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
l\c  still  forbears  the  blow. 


9; 


S  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

'Tis  Christ  that  bids  them  come  ; 
None  that  comes  shall  be  deny'd, 
For  still  he  cries  there's  room. 

CHORUS. 

Once  again  I  charge  you  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take  ; 

E'er  you  are  aware  you'll  drop, 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

HYMN  CVII.    s.  M. 

Evening  Hymn, 

1  'T'HE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear, 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near, 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th*  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  xv'm  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  vve  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


94 

HYMN  CVm.    L.  M. 

i  T^H'  eternal  Sov*reign  from  on  high 
Cast  on  the  sons  of  men  his  eye, 
To  see,  if  any  understood, 
And  fear'd,  and  lov*d  their  Maker,  God. 

3  But  all  were  s6  degen*rate  grown, 
None  the  true  God  had  fully  known  ; 
Both  Jew  and  Gentile  long  had  been 
By  lust  enslav'd,  and  dead  in  sin. 

S  Both  gone  from  wisdom's  path  astray, 
Pursu'd  the  errors  of  their  way, 
With  dismal  superstition  blind  ; 
And  causeless  terrors  fiU'd  their  mind. 

4  Who,  gracious  God  !  to  sinners*  eyes 
Could  bid  the  wish'd  salvation  rise  ? 
Thy  Son  did  light  and  truth  display, 
And  turn  their  darkness  into  day. 

5  No  flesh  shall  boast  of  righteousness, 
But  guilty  shall  themselves  confess  ; 
And,  when  they  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
In  thy  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

HYMN  CIX.    s.  M. 

Meses  afid  Christ  ;  or,  Sins  against  the  Law  and 
the  GosfieL     John  i.  17.  Heb.  iii. 
X.  28,  29. 

1  T^HE  law  by  Moses  came, 

But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love. 
Were  brought  by  Christ  (a  nobler  name) 
Descendmg  from  above. 

3  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done ; 


Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  sov'reign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man  that  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought, 
Behold !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

5  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

HlfMN  ex.    c.  M. 

1  'T'HE  Lord  into  his  vineyard  comes, 

Our  various  fruit  to  see ; 
His  eye,  more  piercing  than  the  light, 
Examines  ev'ry  tree. 

2  Tremble  ye  sinners,  at  his  frown, 

If  barren  still  ye  stand  ; 
And  fear  that  keenly-wounding  axe. 
Which  arms  his  awful  hand. 

3  Lord,  we  adore  thy  sparing  love, 

Thy  long-expecting  grace  : 
Else  had  we  low  in  ruin  fall'n, 
And  known  no  more  our  place. 

4  Succeeding  years  thy  patience  waits ; 

Nor  let  it  wait  in  vain  : 
But  form  in  us  abundant  fruit, 
And  still  this  fruit  maintain. 


9Q 

HYMN  CXI.    F.  w. 

The  day  of  grace, 

1  T^HE  Lord  into  his  t^arden  came, 

7'he  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lillies  grow  and  thrive: 
Retreshing  show*rs  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  ev*ry  vine, 
And  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become. 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is, 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind  : 

Who  will  them  all  receive. 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legion's  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word ; 

In  Jesu*s  way  go  on, 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  ai'rive  at  home. 


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6  I  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne  ; 

From  Jesu's  throne  on  high 
It  conies  like  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again ; 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

V  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  a  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply. 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 

To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring  ; 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on  !  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there  : 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen  !  amen!  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansions  sure. 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  the  heav'nly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  CXII.    p.  M. 

I       nnHE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
The  God  of  ages  praise  ! 
.    'Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endless  days, 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

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2  Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found  ; 
Yet  did  he  us  in  mercy  spare, 
Another,  and  another  year. 

3  When  justice  bar'd  the  sword, 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry*d — ^^  Let  it  still  alone:" 
The  Father  mild  inclin*d  his  ear, 
And  spar'd  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace. 
Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 

On  us  a  longer  space : 
Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear. 
And  lo  !  we  see  another  year. 

5  Then  dig  about  our  root. 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground. 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HY]\IN  CXIII.    CM. 

The  Church  is  our  delight  and  safety, 

1  npHE  Lord  ot  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 

O  grant  me  au  abode 


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Among  the  churches  of  ihy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  I 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear  j 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavillion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

0  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around. 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


HYMN  CXIV.    L.  M. 

The  Prodigal  Son;  or,  the  repenting  Sinner  ac- 
cepted. Luke  XV.  32. 

1  'T'HE  mighty  God  will  not  despise 

The  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice  ; 
The  deep  fetch'd  sia:h,  the  secret  groan 
Rises  accepted  to  the  throne. 

2  He  meets,  with  tokens  of  his  grace. 
The  trembling  lip,  the  blushing  face  ; 
His  bowels  yearn,  when  sinners  pray, 
And  mercy  bears  their  sins  away. 

3  When  fill'd  with  grief,  o'erwhelm*d  with 
He,  pitying,  heals  their  broken  frame  ;  [shame, 
He  hears  their  sad  complaints,  and  spies 
His  image  in  their  weeping  eyes. 


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■h  Thus,  what  a  rapturous  joy  possest 
The  tender  parents  throbbing;  breast, 
To  see  his  spendthrift  son  return, 
And  hear  him  his  past  foiiies  mourn  ! 

IIYM^^  CXV     s.M. 

Public    IVorshij'u 

1  TT'HE  praying  spirit  breathe, 

The  watching  pow*r  impart; 
From  all  eiitanv^lements  beneath. 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again, 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

S       Swift  to  my  rescue  come. 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wanc'/ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4>       Suffer 'd  no  more  to  rove, 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad ; 

Arrest  the  pns'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN  CXVI^    c  M. 

Praiss  for  the  Fountain  opened, 

i_  'pMEiiE  is  a  fountain  fiilM  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  iiiimunuei's  veins  ; 
And  siniiers  piung'd  beneath  that  Hood, 
Lose  ail  tneir  guilty  stains. 

3  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountam  in  his  day  ; 


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O  may  I  there,  tho*  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
'Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  'till  I  die. 

J  But  when  this  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 
1*11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

HYMN  CXVII.    c.  M. 

A  pros  fleet  of  heaven  makes  death  easy* 

1  'pHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flow'rs  : 

Death  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  drest  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  tiiC  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 

While  Jordan  roU'd  between. 

At  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink. 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
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And  linger,  sMv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Tliose  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
To  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  uiibccloiided  eyes. 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

Aiid  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Siiould  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  CXVlil.    p.  M. 

Our  God  forever  and  ever,  Psalm  xlviii.  lb. 

1   'pHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful  unchanj^eable  friend  ; 
Whose  love  is  as  lai  go  aa  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  >)ieasurenor  end  : 
'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  j 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
Aud  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN  CXIX.    p  M. 

1  T^MIS  is  the  field;  the  world  below. 

In  which  the  sower,  came  to  sow, 
Jesus  the  wj.eat,  Satan  the  tares, 
For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares  : 
And  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Most  awful  truth  *  and  is  it  so, 
Muat  all  the  world  the  harvest  know  j 
Is  every  man  the  v/'icat  or  tare; 
Then  for  the  harrest  Q  prepare ; 


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For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  ani^els  shout  the  harvest  liome. 

S  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  to  appear, 
To  grow  with  wheat,  and  be  a  tare  ; 
Will  serve  me  wiiile  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow: 
But  soon  ihe  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

4  But  all  that  truly  righteous  be, 
T^iCir  Father's  kingdom  soon  shall  see  j 
Shine  like  the  sun  forever  there, 

He  tiiat  hath  ears,  O  let  him  hear: 
And  soon  the  reaping  tim,e  will  come, 
And  aagels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

HYMN  CXX.    c.  M. 

Christ  the  Burden  of  the  Song, 

1  npHOU  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb, 
We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  naif  so  sv/eet  can  be. 

5  O  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak* 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedeck 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay, 
We'll  sing  our  Jesu*s  lovely  name, 
•  When  all  things  else  decay : 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  thy  favor'd  tnrong. 
Therj  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  move  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


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HYMN  CXXI.    L.M. 

Seeking  the  fias* urea  of  Christ  the  Shefiherd, 
Solomon  Song,  i.  7. 

1  T^HOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 

All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
TcU  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  dot .  my  sweetest  pasture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love.- 

4  [1  he  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweeti  St  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans  and  tears. 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood ; 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home.J 

HYMN  CXXII.    L.  M. 

Love  to  God  a?ul  our  JVei^hbour^    Matt.  xxii. 


37—40. 

i  '"THUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command 
*'  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
«  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
^/.  With  utmobl  vigour  and  delight. 


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2  "  Then  shall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  .Snare  thine  aliectioiis  and  esteem  j 

»*  And  let  thy  kindiiess  to  thy  sell" 

<^<  Measure  and  rule  thy  iove  to  him." 

3  This  IS  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  propuets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  tne  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfiii'd  by  love. 

4  But,  Oh,  how  base  our  passions  are  I 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  I 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heav'niy  lire, 
Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

HYiNIN  CXXIII.    c.  M. 

T/ie  Pasaion  and  exaltation  of  Christ, 

1  '■pHUS  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

'*  Awake,  my  dreadful  sword; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  smite  the  man, 
«  My  fellow,"  saith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command, 

And  armed,  down  she  flies  ; 
Jesus  sub-.nits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
x\nd  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But,  Oh !  the  wisdom  and  the  grace 

Tnat  join  with  vengeance  now; 
He  dies  to  save  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rises  too. 

4  A  person  so  divine  was  he, 

Wiio  yielded  to  be  slain, 
That  ae  could  give  nis  soul  away, 
And  talie  his  life  agam. 


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5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !  and  reign  on  high  i 
Let  ev's y  i-aiion  sing, 
And  angels  sinind  with  endless  joy 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN  CXXIY.    c.  M. 

A  Sacramental  Hymn. 

1   "^PHUS  we  commemorate  the  day, 

On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  ; 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
Till  he  appears  on  earth  again. 

^  Come,  great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky; 
On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wund's  swift  pinions  fly. 

3  Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  trainj 
Cherubs,  and  seraphs,  heavenly  hosts ; 
Assume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign, 

As  far  as  earth  extends  her  coasts. 

4  Come,  Lord,  and  where  thy  cross  once  stood, 
There  plant  tiiy  banner,  fix  tliy  throne  \ 
Subdue  the  rebels  by  thy  word. 

And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

HYMN  CXXV.    L.  M. 

Children  dying  in  their  Infancy^  in  the  arms  of 
JesuSf   Matt.  xix.  14. 

1  '1"'HY  life  1  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Wit!,  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  ever/  line. 


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2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
"  Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
"  In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  «  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

"  But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 
^'  Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
"  The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raisC;, 

*'  And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 
^  I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
"  And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joys  divine. 
Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 


HYMN  CXXVI.    c.  M. 

1  ^TPIS  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

When  Christ  himself  draws  neafj 
And  ev'ry  heart  with  one  accord 
Ascends  in  solemn  prayer. 

2  While  thus  we  feel  the  Saviour's  love 

In  heav'nly  show'rs  descend. 
Our  souls  commune  with  saints  above 
In  bliss  that  knows  no  end. 

3  We  taste  the  precious  streams  of  grace— 

The  fountain  makes  them  sing : 


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We  travel  through  the  wilderness — 
They  sit  before  the  King. 

We  pray  for  grace  to  hold  out  well 

The  conflict  but  begun  ; 
They  of  their  past  engagements  tell, 

And  sing  the  conquests  won. 

We  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 
And  are  sometimes  cast  down  : 

They  weild  no  more  the  warrior's  sword, 
But  wear  the  conqueror's  crown. 

HYIVIN  CXXTII.    s.  M. 

Preserving'  Grace.  Jude  24,  55. 

'T'O  God,  the  only  wise, 

Cur  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

'Tis  his  Almighty  love. 

His  counsel  'c.nd  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 

And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

He  will  present  our  souls 
Un])lemish*d  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

S!  all  meet  around  his  throne, 

Shall  bli-srs  the  conduci  oi  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 


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5       To  our  Redeemer,  Gocl, 

Wisdom  and  pow'r  beloiigjs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  CXXVIU.    s.  m. 

Dejiendance, 

1  T^O  keep  the  lamp  alive 

■^   With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl  ; 
*Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive? 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream ; 
It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  deriv'd  from  him. 

3  Beware  of  Peter's  word 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  nvill  deny  thee,  Lord," 
But  grant  I  never  may, 

4  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weakj 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

5  Retreat  beneath  his) wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

6  In  Jesus  is  our  store, 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more/' 
Confesses  he  has  none* 


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IIY3IN  CXXIX.    p.  M. 

nnO  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 

O  son  of  man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refut^e  and  my  rest, 
For  O  the  storm  is  high ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blast, 

^  covert  from  the  tempest  be  ; 
Hide  me,  Jesus,  till  o*er  past 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

Weicome  as  the  ^vater-sprinrj 

To  a  dry  barren  place  ; 
O  descend  on  me  and  bring 

The  sweet  refreshing  grace  ; 
O'er  a  parched  and  weary  land 

/is  a  great  rock  extends  ils  shade  i 
Hide  me.  Saviour,  with  thine  hand, 

And  screen  my  naked  head. 

In  the  time  of  my  distress 

Thou  hast  my  succour  been ; 
In  my  utter  helplessness 

Restraining  me  from  sin: 
O  how  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour  I 
Still  protect  me  with  ihy  love, 

And  shield  me  with  thy  pow*r. 

First  and  last  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hast  begun  ; 
Be  my  shelter  from  the  slorni, 

My  bhiidow  from  the  sun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

\  u\  i  thy  perfect  glory  sec, 
Till  the  sprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shall  take  me  up  to  thee. 


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HYMN  CXXX.    s.M. 

The  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  Delight  in  Ordinances. 

1       -^ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
I'hat  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rcjoicinj^  eyes  I 

3       The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  tocky  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  liere, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sm. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  CXXXI.     p  M. 

I  '\X7'H  AT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 
What  now  is  my  hope  and  desire : 
To  follow  the  heavenly  l^amb. 
And  after  his  imap,e  aspire  : 
My  hope  is  all  centred  in  thee : 

I  trust  to  recover  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  thy  salvation  to  see. 
And  then  to  enjoy  thee  above. 

n   I  thirst  for  a  life-giving  God  ; 
A  God  that  on  Calvary  dyM  ; 
A  fountcun  of  water  and  blood, 

Wliich  p;ush'd  from  Immanuers  side  1 


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I  gasp  for  the  stream  of  thy  love, 
The  spirit  of  rapture  unknown  j 

-And  then  to  redrink  it  above, 
Eternally  fre^h  from  the  throne. 

HYMN  CXXXII.    c.  M. 

ji  Hymn  for  a  Faat-Day^  Gen,  xviii.  23—^33. 

1  "IXrHEN  Abram,  full  of  sacred  a^ve, 

Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And  with  a  humble  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued  ; 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace, 

Was  his  petition  crownM ! 
The  Lord  w^ould  spare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found, 

3  And  could  a  single,  holy  soul 

So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry, 
And  pkad  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Columbia  guilty  as  she  is, 

iricr  numerous  saints  can  boast, 
And  now  their  fervent  prayers  ascend 
And  can  those  prayers  be  lost? 

5  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Isow  as  in  ancient  times  ?  _ 

Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  its  crimes  ? 

6  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode ; 
Long  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land, 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God. 


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HYMN  CXXXIII.    0.  M. 

jifiostacy —  Will  ye  also  go  away  ? 

i  Xl^'HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
(Alas  1  what  numbers  do  l) 
Methinks  I  hear  ray  Saviour  say, 
*«  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?** 

2  Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 
Unless  thou  hold  rae  fast ; 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

S  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
To  save  a  wretch  like  me : 
To  whom,  or  whither,  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd 

Thou  art  the  C/irist  of  God; 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd, 

Gould  never  reach  my  case  : 
Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  tliine  can  make  me  bless'd, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

y  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd; 
If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  hymbiy  answer,  No  i 

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HYMN  CXXXIV4    c  M. 

The  lost  she efi  found  ;  or,  Joy  in  Heaven  on  the 
Conversion  of  a  Sinner^  Luke  x  v.  3,  4, 

1  Tl^  iEN  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold, 

Has  lost  a  straying  sheep, 
Throujjh  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves, 
And  climbs  the  mountain's  steep. 

2  But  O  the  joy  !  the  transport  sweet ! 

When  he  the  wanderer  finds  ; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  shoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  hastes  to  fell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  bliss  complete  : 
The  neighbours  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  shepherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns  ; 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  hearty 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

3  Pleas*d  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  t!ie  tidings  go. 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

G  Well-pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 
The  eonscious  sinner  weep  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  owns  him  for  his  sheep. 

7  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
.  "  A  wandering  sheep's  return'd,"  they  sing, 

And  strike  the  sounding  lyre, 


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HYMN  CXXXV.    L.  u. 

The  haf.'Jiincsii  of  being  with  Chris!. 

1  TTir  H ILE  on  the  verge  of  life  1  stand, 
And  view  the  scene  on  either  handj 
My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  his  flight  uway. 

.3  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  w^ould  be  ; 
And  faints  my  much  lov'd  Lord  to  see  ; 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart  j 
l"or  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  convoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home  j 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesu's  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own, 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how^  sweet  i 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  see  his  face 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace, 

0  As  with  a  seraph's  voice  to  sing  ! 
To  fly  as  on  a  cherub's  wings  1 
Performing  with  unweary'd  hands 
The.  present  Saviour's  high  commands. 

6  Yet  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight; 
We'll  wait  thy  signal  for  the  flight  \ 
For  while  thy  service  we  pursue, 
We  find  a  heav'n  begun  below, 

HYMN  CXXXVI.    c.  M. 

Why  iveeficHt  thou  ?  John  xx.  13. 

1  TXTHY,  O  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou  \ 

Tell  me  from  >v hence  arise 


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Those  briny  tears  that  often  flow, 
Those  groans  that  pierce  the  skies  ? 

2  lb  sin  the  cause  of  thy  complaint, 

Or  the  chastising  rod  ? 
Dost  thou  an  evil  heart  lament. 
And  mourn  an  absent  God  ? 

S  Lord,  let  me  weep  for  nought  but  sin, 
And  after  none  but  ^ee, 
And  then,  I  would,  O  that  I  might ! 
A  coiista:,i   ••  fcper  be  ! 

HYMN  CXXXVII.    L.  M. 

Christ's  p-rescnce  makes  death  easy, 

1   \X7*H  Y  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ! 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Deatn  is  ths  gate  of  endless  joy. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

3  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 

Frigiit  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

S  Oh  I  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste; 
Fly  fearUss  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass*d. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft,  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  1  lean  my  head, 
A-ud  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


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HYMN  CXXXVIII.    c.  M. 

Desertion  and  hofie  ;  or^  Complaint  of  absence 
from  public  ivornhifi. 

1  "VylTH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace,  * 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

S  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 
And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
The  foe  insults  without  controul, 
«  And  Where's  your  God  at  last  V\ 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

5  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  dow»  so  far, 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  spirit,  why  indulge  despair, 

And  sin  against  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love* 


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HYMN  CXXXIX.    s.  m. 

Waiting  for  the  Coming  of  his  Lord  ;  or^  the  a: 
tive  Christian,  Luke  xii.  35 — 5S, 

1  Y^' s^^'vanlsof  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

^  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

S  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And  while  we  speak,  he*s  near; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  his  own  bounteous  hand, 
And  raise  that  favorite  servant's  head 
Amidst  th'  angelic  band. 


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ALL  hail  the  pow*r  of  Jesu's  name  !  3 

Almighty  maker  God  !           -         -  4 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ?     -  -       .^ 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail         .           -  6 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought  -       7 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise,             -                 -  ib. 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect     -  -       8 

Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King,         -  U 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake          -        -  -     ib. 

Awake  my  zeal,  awake  my  love,             -  10 

Awake  our  souls  (away  our  fears,     -  -     1 1 

Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care,                -  liiJ 

BE  witli  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go    -  -    ib. 
[Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 13 

lieiiold  the  Saviour  of  mankind         -  •     14 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God,          *•         -  ib. 

Lless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ;  -  -     IG 

Burst  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring            -  ib. 

By  faith  I  live,  by  faith  I  see,              -  -     17 

CHiilST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  :       1 8 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine  -     19 

Come,  my  sou!,  thy  suit  prepare,           -  20 

Come,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above  I     -  -    2i 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad,            *•  23 


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ISMISS  us  from  the  house  of  pray'r,       22 

-HEARTH  has  engrossM  my  love  too  long;  23 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Far  as  thy  name  is  known 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone, 
Father,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain,     - 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim' 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  - 
Happy  is  he,  whose  early  years 
Hark  1  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy     - 
Hasten  O  Lord  the  latter  day. 
Heal  us,  Immaiiuel,  here  we  are. 
Honor  and  happiness  unite 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
How  threat,  how  solemn  is  the  work   - 
How  lost  was  my  condition 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

I  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,     - 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  Tve  breath, 
I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 
In  boundless  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear. 
In  evil  long  I  took  delight  -         -        - 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 


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Israel  in  ancient  clays,             -                  -  50 

It  is  a  very  pleasant  thin,^                -  -     51 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home,         -  52 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be         -  -      54< 

Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing,                  -  53 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,     -  -    ib. 

Jesus,  mighty  king  in  Sion  1         -           -  Sft 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne,  -     57 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun           -  ib. 

Jesus,  the  all  sustaining  Word         -  -     59 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King,                -  ib. 

IET  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high,        60 
-^  Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speak,      ib. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  -     61 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray,                  -  62 

Like  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown,  -     63 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name,      -  64- 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  -     65 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye ;  66 

Lord,  at  thy  sacred  feet         -                -  -     ib. 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear,         -  67 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go,         -           -  -     68 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand    -  69 

Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound  -    70 

MAGNIFICENT  free  grace,  arise  -     ib. 
Make  up  thy  jewels  Lord,  and  shew,       71 

Mark  the  soft-falling  snow,         -         -  -72 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,         -  ib. 

My  God  how  endless  is  thy  love  !        -  -     73 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs  74 

My  Gody  what  silken  cords  are  thine  I  -     75 

My  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou,         -  ib, 

IM7  Saviour,  mv  almighty  Friend,     -  -     7^ 
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My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need          -  7T 

My  soul  survey  thy  happiness,           -         -  78 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more    -  ib. 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise,  -      -  70 

Now  shall  our  hearts  with  pleasure  raise  80 

O THOU  God  of  my  salvation,        -         -  81 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,         -         -  83 

Of  all  the  pleasures  that  we  know,     -         -  83 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  I              -  8^ 

Oh  !  give  me  Lord  my  sins  to  mourn —     -  85 

Oh,  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  woe,         -  ib. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,      -         -  86 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls,          -             -  87 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,         -         -  88 

Our  souls  hi  love  together  knit,                -  89 


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AISE  your  triumphant  songs      -        -    90 

"  Q HEPMERDS,  rejoice!  lift  up  your  eyes,ib. 
O  Stop  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,        -     92 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone,    -         -  -         93 
Th*  eternal  Sovereign  from  on  high      -     94 

The  law  by  Moses  came,         -         -  -         ib. 

The  Lord  into  his  vineyard  comes,  -     95 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  came,         -  -         90 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky,         -  -     97 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light           -  -         98 

The  mighty  God  will  not  despise  -     9'J 

The  praying  spirit  breathe,                 -  -       100 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  -     ib. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,          -  -       101 

This  God  IS  tiie  God  we  adore,         -  -        102 

This  is  the  iieldj  the  world  below,  -       \Q2 


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Thou  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb,    -  -  103 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above        -  104 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command  ib. 

Thus  saith  the  Ruler  of  the  skies,      -  -  105 

Thus  we  commemorate  the  day,              -  lOH 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord,        -  -     ib. 

'Tis  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord,            -  107 

To  God,  the  only  wise,          -             -  -  ^^^ 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive                -             -  109 

To  the  haven  of  thy  breast,     -             -  -   A 10 

'ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest,  -      ill 

W  aat  now  is  my  obj  ect  and  aim  ?  -    ib. 

When  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe,  -       112 

W' en  any  turn  from  Zion*s  way,        -  -   Ho 
When  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold,        114 

Wiiile  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand,  -       115 

Why,  O  my  soul   why  weepest  thou  ?  -  ib. 

Wny  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  I  -       1 1 « 

Witli  earnest  longings  of  the  mincl>  -   117 

X  £  servants  of  the  Lord,  -        -     118 


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